05-10-2009, 10:17 PM
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For a moment, the warrior considered turning to the pup. She considered telling the small creature to run, to run back home where it would be safe with the protection of the boarders and the other pack members. But the black fae was silent and still. She thought that if she were to send the pup running, the yellow eyed predator would be able to slip from her grasp, allowing him to capture the smaller, slower pup. The Dahlian pup’s proximity to the warrior would be safest, even if it were closest to the hungry predator. Even if the predator would not follow, it was uncertain as to whether the pup would be able to find its way back home, and a lost creature would be difficult for even an injured warrior to track. But she also didn’t know how much the brief contact that was had with the predator, or even the throw she herself had executed, had hurt the small creature. There was no sent of blood—at least she did not think so. It was possible that there was so much of her own blood that she could not smell the injuries. But for now, she could not look, her gaze locked upon the predator before her.
His responding growls grew louder, and still he did not attack. The warrior changed her posture then, shifting to stand fully erected. Her neck was more exposed within this position, but this position displayed to the wolf confidence. Her ears were erected, but her tail remained relaxed—this was not a show of dominance. She sought simply to thwart any renewed attempt to attack. If he chose to do so, the warrior would not back down. Indeed, she recognized the situation within her own body, but the warrior would not allow the male to take the pup, not while she was living. And the warrior, while certainly not maternal or liking of pups, did think that sacrificing her life to spare that of the pups was worth her trouble. A pup was new, and its life could grow to benefit the world. Two years have already been spent with her life, and she was a simple warrior with social inabilities and a solitary life. The world could suffer her loss.
Those white orbs held the yellow gaze, her hackles lowered as she held that silent threat with the offer of a truce: for the pup’s life, she would not kill him. It was a simple thing, and she growled it at him. Then she continued, her steps slow but deliberate as she continued to face the predator. You have broken my trust, Brennt, the warrior thought silently, knowing that words were useless against this creature of the ancient wolves. We are no longer friends. And with that, she took up Dawali’s warning. If she had the chance, the black fae would kill this creature. He was now an enemy of the pack, and such creatures would not be permitted to live. Where once the female could have tolerated even his strange eating habits, now she could not, moved by duty and the path of the warrior. She was a protector, and she did her duty well.
Haha, yeah, I know! ^=^
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For a moment, the warrior considered turning to the pup. She considered telling the small creature to run, to run back home where it would be safe with the protection of the boarders and the other pack members. But the black fae was silent and still. She thought that if she were to send the pup running, the yellow eyed predator would be able to slip from her grasp, allowing him to capture the smaller, slower pup. The Dahlian pup’s proximity to the warrior would be safest, even if it were closest to the hungry predator. Even if the predator would not follow, it was uncertain as to whether the pup would be able to find its way back home, and a lost creature would be difficult for even an injured warrior to track. But she also didn’t know how much the brief contact that was had with the predator, or even the throw she herself had executed, had hurt the small creature. There was no sent of blood—at least she did not think so. It was possible that there was so much of her own blood that she could not smell the injuries. But for now, she could not look, her gaze locked upon the predator before her.
His responding growls grew louder, and still he did not attack. The warrior changed her posture then, shifting to stand fully erected. Her neck was more exposed within this position, but this position displayed to the wolf confidence. Her ears were erected, but her tail remained relaxed—this was not a show of dominance. She sought simply to thwart any renewed attempt to attack. If he chose to do so, the warrior would not back down. Indeed, she recognized the situation within her own body, but the warrior would not allow the male to take the pup, not while she was living. And the warrior, while certainly not maternal or liking of pups, did think that sacrificing her life to spare that of the pups was worth her trouble. A pup was new, and its life could grow to benefit the world. Two years have already been spent with her life, and she was a simple warrior with social inabilities and a solitary life. The world could suffer her loss.
Those white orbs held the yellow gaze, her hackles lowered as she held that silent threat with the offer of a truce: for the pup’s life, she would not kill him. It was a simple thing, and she growled it at him. Then she continued, her steps slow but deliberate as she continued to face the predator. You have broken my trust, Brennt, the warrior thought silently, knowing that words were useless against this creature of the ancient wolves. We are no longer friends. And with that, she took up Dawali’s warning. If she had the chance, the black fae would kill this creature. He was now an enemy of the pack, and such creatures would not be permitted to live. Where once the female could have tolerated even his strange eating habits, now she could not, moved by duty and the path of the warrior. She was a protector, and she did her duty well.